I'd love to hear more!

All my family is from an area in W. Va. that's not even close to a town and a name is just given for the county...lol. One set of grandparents lived way down a "holler" road with two working coal mines and the other set lived just at the mouth of a hollow road.

Some of my best memories were wading the cricks catching tadpoles and backing crawdads up into a jar.

Way back in the woods was a little waterfall as part of White's Creek and we used to slide down the rocks covered with moss to make them slippery and land in the small pool below. Just next to that spot was a broken, rusted baby carriage that my mother and her sisters used to play with in the same exact spot.

Sitting on the porch in the morning you could hear nothing but the whipperwhill's call. Ahh, I miss it.

Now, I'm not saying Toad Hollow is like that, but it sounds just as enchanting.